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[sciencetank]

[The scientist has his face resting in his hand, optics offlined while he rubs at his forehead.]

I can't get a damned text through to his comm. Voice either. It's as if...

[Perceptor trails off, suddenly realizing he's activated the "call all" button, or broadcast function, whichever it is. He straightens, looking abruptly less defeated and more irritable. Which is normal for him.]

Has anyone been able to locate Smokescreen as of late?

If he's run off on some idiotic adventure, I would prefer to hear of it. Now.

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[Video]

[sciencetank]

Primus, I don't care for the social updates. They're not going to help me locate hm.

[He turns around, and starts banging on a keyboard.]

Where did you see him last. Exact coordinates.

[Video]

[neverputincharge]

Here.

[Bulkhead waves a hand, as he pings Perceptor with the coordinates of where Knock Out collapsed.]

I'd help look, but got other stuff going on. [Namely Tarn. But there's still an underlying tone of worry and concern there.]

Perce...find him. Please. He...was the only other member of the team from back home that I had left.

[He wants to be out looking himself so badly. But he can't. He knows there's little chance of him being found, but all angles needed to covered.]

[Video]

[sciencetank]

I'll start there, then. As soon as possible.

It's Perceptor, and I intend to. If there are any traces in the field... I'll find them.

[Video]

[neverputincharge]

[Hey, at least he's not calling you Percy?]

Perceptor, sorry. [But he's also willing to be corrected too. Too soon for nicknames anyway, since they haven't talked that much. He looks grateful for Perceptor's help, though.]

Thanks, Perceptor. I owe ya one.

[Video]

[sciencetank]

You'll only owe me if the goal is accomplished.